Rubbed Raw - Omitted Scene 8 – Fear of Pain

The next day, I woke up a bit early. Rosario had gone to the strip club again to meet up with “Bambi” and did not come home. I quietly used the bathroom then went to the kitchen. The plan was to wake Giovanni up with breakfast in bed. He had been holding back sexually, worried he was going to hurt me again. I wanted to encourage him to touch me again. I missed it and it had only been 24 hours.

When I had two plates of scrabbled eggs, French toast, bacon, fruit and orange juice on a tray, I crept through the apartment to our bedroom. I had left the door on a crack to make it easier. Setting the tray on the dresser, I smiled at his sleeping form. He was on his back, an arm over his eyes. The other hand was wrapped his hard cock.

I bit my lip and watched him slowing stroke his dick. “So sexy,” I whispered to myself. He gasped and moved his legs. I was so glad I left him completely exposed. “God, I need you.”

Closing my eyes, I tried to repress the desire. Otherwise, my plan would be blown to hell. After a few deep breaths, I removed the t-shirt I wore and carried the tray to the bed. When the bed sank beneath my knees, he shifted, his hand searching for me in the bed.

“Crystal?” His eyelids fluttered slightly. “Hey, you’re up?”

I put the tray down where I had laid not twenty minutes before. “I got a surprise. Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

He grinned. “Can’t wait.”

As quiet as possible, I stabbed some eggs and put it in his open mouth. “Tell me what that is. Keep your eyes shut.”

“Mmm, eggs with cheddar, just the way I like ’em.” He chewed slowly, savoring it. After swallowing, he got up on his elbows. “Don’t wanna choke and ruin the fun.” He opened his mouth again.

I smiled. He rarely allowed me full control or indulged me in silly things like that. I cut a piece of French toast and swirled it in the dish of syrup on the tray. Carefully, I put that in his mouth.

“Your favorite.” He smiled then chewed that as well. “Better than mine.” He let out a soft moan and licked syrup off his lips. “Nice contrast.”

I put a straw into a glass of juice and touched the tip to his lips. “Suck.” I bit my lip as he complied. “Goddamn… so sexy.”

“Your turn.” He started to sit up.

I pushed him down. “Not yet. This is fun.” I put the glass down and forked a slice of kiwi. “Next.”

“Tangy.” Giovanni’s face screwed up in concentration. “Um… uh… kiwi, right?”

“Yes.” I ran a hand over his thigh, turned on by the game. Then I pulled back, so I wouldn’t take things too far. “You like this?”

He nodded. “It’s different… and fun.”

“Good.” I picked up a strip of bacon and put it in his mouth. “Bite down.”

He chewed and groaned. “You’re spoiling me.”

I ate the other half, hunger getting the best of me. “You need it sometimes.” Then I fed him a cantaloupe ball. “I have enough for both of us. Just enjoy it.” I continued alternating items until his side of the tray was clear. In between, I ate some as well, but I liked the way he reacted to each bite.

No longer hungry for food, I put the tray on the floor and lay on top of him. “So, think I should do that again?”

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. “Yeah.” His hands ran down my sides then grabbed my ass. “Kinda romantic and sorta kinky.” He moved me so my moist folds rubbed his erection. “Next time we need to add stuff we can eat off each other’s bodies. That would be fun.”

“Sounds like it would be.” I kissed his lips, his jaw and his neck. Then I sucked on his earlobe, hoping he liked it as much as I did. I whispered, “Do you want me as much as I want you?”

“Yes,” he gasped, clutching my hips. “But, I’ll hurt you.”

My lips moved over his neck again. “No you won’t.” I dragged my tongue over his jaw. “I need you.” I shifted my body until the head of his cock nestled against my clit. Slowly, I rolled my hips and moaned. “Need you.”

A hand slid over my ass. Then fingers teased my pussy. “Need me where?”

“There.” I whimpered as a fingertip slipped in. “Please.” I felt desperate for him.

He slid it in a bit more. “This good?” When I shook my head, he grinned and pulled it out.

“Enough with the fucking teasing!”

His hands moved up my body. “Feisty today, huh?” He took my breasts in his hands. “So perfect.” He squeezed them then rubbed my nipples with his palms. “Mmmm you’re getting wetter.” He lifted his hips, rubbing my clit with his shaft. “Think I can make you cum just like this?”

I shook my head, unable to talk, too consumed with need.

“This’ll be fun.” He moved his hands, thumbs slowly caressing my hardened nipples. His hips rocked up and down.

I gripped his arms, my head back. The pleasure was indescribable. His shaft slid between my folds and against my clit over and over again. Quickly, an orgasm started to build. My head lolled down and I caught the expression on his face. He was getting off on it.

“Cum for me.” He went faster. “You look so hot… fuck this feels good.” He let out a short moan. “Hurry up so I can fuck you.”

Seconds later, I cried out, my whole body trembling with pleasure. “God, Giovanni!”

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.”

I collapsed over him and he rubbed my back. “So… go—od.” I took the time to recover then got to my knees again. “How did you do that?”

“I watched you and could tell what worked.” He gave me an evil grin. “Then I exploited it.” He lightly massaged my thighs as his erection twitched against my ass cheek. “You came all over me. I think your wet enough now.”

He reached over to the nightstand. I watched him pull out a condom. After opening it, his hands disappeared behind me and I felt him roll it on. Then he lifted his cock until it prodded my honey hole. I sank down on him carefully.

“Is it hurting you?”

“I’m fine,” I assured him. I was and did not want his fear of causing me pain to get in the way. Taking my time, I lifted and dropped only allowing a few inches in. Then I sped up, taking in more at a time.

When I winced, he closed his eyes. “It’s too soon. I’m hurting you.”

“No. I just went too fast.” I wanted it to work.

He pulled out and rolled us until he was on top. “Let’s try this angle.” Slowly, he penetrated me again. His eyes met mine. “Still OK?” I nodded and grabbed his biceps. He laid down on me, his weight on his forearms on either side of my head. “You need to tell me if it hurts.”

“I will,” I whispered.

One at a time, I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his back. He groaned and withdrew before thrusting in again. His was depth shallow, his pace languid.

“Does it hurt?” His breath was ragged.

“You’re barely moving. I’m fine, really.”

He kissed my neck. “It’s better this way.” His hips jerked a bit and I felt his balls hit my ass. “Aaahhh… you feel good.” He moaned again as he gave me another gentle stroke. “Missed this.” His mouth moved up my neck then to my lips. The loving kisses trailed across my face to my ear.

His slow moves were killing me. It felt good, but wasn’t progressing. I wanted to lift my hips up to him, but his weight only allowed for minimal movement.

“You know I won’t cum this way, right?”

“Why not?” His body tensed a bit. “Can’t we just make love? We always fuck.” He sighed as he withdrew and pushed back in. “I wanna try it, please.”

I exhaled loudly. “That’s not why you’re going so slow.”

He closed his eyes. “I feel like I’m gonna make you bleed again.” He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me several times. “When I saw the blood on the bed I almost puked. I don’t know how I hurt you so bad. I love you.” He nuzzled my ear. “I can’t do that to you again…” The emotion in his tone made my heart ache.

“You won’t.” I cradled his face in my hands and made him look at me. “You were drunk and I asked for it. I didn’t feel the tear until after.” My lips brushed his. “If it starts to hurt that bad again, I’ll stop you.”

He shook his head and pulled out. Shocked, I watched him leave the room. Then I came to my senses and jumped from the bed. I found him in the living room, pacing, his dick still rock solid.

“Giovanni…” I came up behind him and grabbed his arm. “Giovanni let it go. We need to get through this.” I plastered my body to his back. “I’m OK now.” My nails ran down his abdomen and over his hips. He shuddered, but didn’t reply. “We have to have sex again.” I grinned and decided to tease him. “Or I’m gonna get a complex. You don’t want that, do you?”

He sighed and reached back, hands splayed over my ass. “I want you, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I let my hand wander down and fondled his sack. “Let my body help you forget.” Slowly I massaged each testicle, drawing several moans from him. His cock twitched and touched my arm. “You like this.” My voice was low and throaty, filled with desire.

When my knuckles pressed against his perineum, he groaned loudly. “Yes.” He thrust his hips forward. I massaged gently at first, listening to his tortured gasps. Then I pressed harder and he shuddered again. “God, suck me. Please.”

“No. Fuck me,” I whispered.

He stood his ground, so I let my middle finger graze his ass. “Shit… please.” He was definitely desperate. I pushed the tip in and he growled, “Fine. Get on your back.”

I backed up and squealed in victory.

“Floor, now!”

I looked up at him. He face was serious, a dominate look in his eyes. He grabbed the blanket on the sofa and spread it over the carpet. Then he pointed at it. I settled on my back and waited, unable to hide my excitement.

He pounced on me and growled again. “How do you get me this worked up?” He leaned on his forearms, hips between my open legs and searched for my entrance without use of his hands. His hips shifted and then moved forward. “Yeah...” His cock slowly slid in.

“Mmmm,” I gasped as he thrust in again, deeper that time. “Fuck me hard.”

He closed his eyes. “Not yet.” He kept his rhythm calm until he bottomed out. His hips ground into mine. “You still OK?”

“Yes… please,” I begged. My legs circled his waist and I locked my feet together. “Fuck… me.”

He withdrew slowly then grinned. He leaned down and sucked on my neck. Then he drove into me quickly. “Fuck…” Ground deep then did it again. He moaned into my throat. “Feels good…” He thrust harder and harder, his breath becoming ragged.

I gripped his biceps and my back arched. It was the perfect rhythm. The head of his cock bumped my sweet spot consistently while his pubic bone rubbed my clit and his sack hit my ass with every downward stroke. Pleasure built quickly. My eyes rolled back and my nails dig into his skin.

“Oh God… fuck… Giovanni!”

My entire body convulsed with orgasm. I cried out again, consumed with constant pleasure. Aftershocks plagued me for minutes on end. The only thing I could see was a white light until I heard the faint sound of a door opening. When my back arched again, I saw feet near the front door.

Rosario had come in. He smirked and watched us. When my mouth opened, he put a finger to his lips and folded his arms over his broad chest.

Giovanni’s face was buried in my hair, as he moaned. My pussy still rhythmically gripped and released his shaft, driving him crazy. I hoped he didn’t look up. He would flip out. My eyes widened when Rosario silently walked around the back of the couch, eyes still glued to us.

Suddenly Giovanni rolled us until I was on top, cock still lodged deep within. “Ride me, my love.”

“Close your eyes,” I quickly demanded. Seeing his brother would ruin everything.

After Giovanni’s eyes shut, I turned to see Rosario leaning against a wall in the hallway. His eyes were wide and a bulge was growing in his pants. He rubbed it and winked at me. I forced myself to ignore him and lifted my hips. My hands splayed over his belly.

“Come on, Crystal. I need to cum. Please.”

I closed my eyes then rolled and rocked my hips, up and down, back and forth, grinding at the end every time. Within seconds, my mouth opened and a moan escaped. It was amazing. Rosario watching excited me somehow. Giovanni grabbed my thighs and started helping me go faster. I gasped and cried out loudly, my pussy tensing hard.

“That’s it. That’s it. That’s it, baby!” Giovanni roared and held my hips down, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck!” His cock throbbed and his body trembled. He pulled me down and hugged me. “Feels like it’s been weeks.” A door opened. “Bro, you better not’ve watched us.”

“I didn’t see nothing.” Rosario’s door closed.

Giovanni whispered, “Did he watch us?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. “Would that piss you off?”

“Kinda.”

“What would you do it he did?”

“Depends.”

I frowned. “On what?”

He sighed. “If it upset you or not.” He kissed my lips. “Does it?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” He struggled to get out from under me.

I slapped his chest. “Stop. We were fucking in the living room. How was he supposed to know?”

“True.” He exhaled loudly and calmed down. “But he should know better. He knows I don’t like him seeing you.”

I kissed his lips and cupped his cheek. “Let it go. He’s not gonna change. It’s not like he touched me.”

“Yeah, OK.” He hugged me and exhaled loudly. “Maybe we should go get some clothes on.”

After getting to our feet, Giovanni headed to the bathroom and I stopped at our bedroom door. I heard something. Curious, I padded down the hall to Rosario’s room. The sounds were coming from there. He gasped then moaned. He had to be masturbating. When I faintly heard my name, my mouth dropped.

I listened to his groans of pleasure until the bathroom door opened. Then I kissed Giovanni’s cheek and closed myself in there alone. Rosario staying there was an awful distraction. However, I was determined to keep him at arms length, like always.

After a shower, I walked out in a towel. Rosario came into the hallway at the same moment. He winked at me and whispered, “Thought of you the whole time.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

He stepped towards me until our bodies were inches apart. Then he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “I woulda made you cum a lot more.”

I jerked back and rushed to the bedroom.

Giovanni was pulling a T-shirt on. “You wanna go out to lunch? Maybe take a ride by the water?”

I hugged him. “Sound nice.”

“Good. I need to get outta here before I knock my brother out.” He pulled me closer. “He was fucking jacking off in his room. Bet he was imagining you on his dick.”

I sighed. “Let it go. Thinking and doing are two different things. I would never sleep wit him. Never.”

His body relaxed. “Thanks. I needed to hear that.” He kissed my forehead. “Even though I knew you wouldn’t.”